fandomtownies | Fandom Post Office: Saturday 3/03 9

Moist was feeling optimistic this morning. He had a place to live - with free coffee and that was strange but not in any way unwelcome - and Gladys had shined the Post Office up nicely.

"Good morning, Gladys," he called as he threw open the doors. "The place looks wonderful."

"Yes, Mr Lipwig. I Did As You Asked."

"And no problems last night? No one came around asking awkward questions?"

"No One Came By, So There Were No Questions."

That was music to Moist's ears and he was whistling jauntily as he directed her to hang the Under New Management banner up over the front doors. Sooner or later, someone official was going to want to talk to him, but the better established he was, the better that talk would go.

And he had one or two thoughts on how to make it go extremely well.

When he was satisfied with the look of things - just the right blend of shiny new with reassuring old - he settled himself behind the counter, and set himself to reading. He'd gathered everything he'd been able to find that would help him learn as much as he could about this place. (While most of the mail was delivered yesterday, one or two magazines might be a little late.)

The Fandom Post Office was open.

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Moist is there, ready to give you anything you hope for, for a price.

Buffy walked into the post office. This had taken long enough. She wanted her Cosmo, and she wanted it now. "Hey?"

Moist looked up from the magazine he'd been flipping through and smiled warmly, projecting his most attentive and happy to serve persona. "Good morning and welcome to the Fandom Post Office. Moist von Lipwig at your service." Best to get it out of the way early. "How can I help you?"

"I'd like my Cosmo, please," Buffy said. She didn't say anything about his name. Her parents had named her Buffy, after all. "Like, right now."

If Moist hadn't spent the morning reading, he wouldn't have known what she was talking about. But he had, and he know knew more about certain subjects than he was sure he wanted to. "You wouldn't be Buffy Summers, by any chance?" he asked, reaching under the counter for her magazine and, hidden by the counter, slipped it under his jacket.

Buffy nodded, brightening. If he knew her name, there would be mail for her, right? "Yes, that's me!"

"I think there was something. Just wait here while I check in the back." He hopped off his stool and disappeared into the back room, pulling the magazine free and smoothing it's pages. He'd been extremely careful with it, and it looked unread.

"Your Cosmopolitan," he proclaimed, emerging from the back room with it held out triumphantly. "The packaging came off and I didn't want it to get damaged in the post box. I was going to hand deliver it on Monday, but you've saved me a trip," he explained as he passed it across the counter.

"Oh thank you!" Buffy beamed happily as she picked up the magazine. "That was a very nice thought. Um. Are you new here?"

"No thanks necessary, it's what I'm here for," he replied. "And I am. The old Postmaster left suddenly, didn't bother to let anyone know. Which is why you had such troubles with the mail, and how I ended up here." He smiled and held his arms out wide, taking in the post office. "Couldn't have you left without someone to run the place, after all."

Buffy nodded in agreement. Mail was important. "Welcome to Fandom then! Watch out for mummies," she added helpfully, waving the magazine at him as she began walking away. "And jelly dragons. And zombies. And flying books. And furniture, and... You'll probably be okay!"

Moist waved as she left, smiling brightly, the very picture of confident professionalism.

Once she was out of sight, he slumped on his stool. "I know swamp dragons, but jelly?" he muttered. And mummies, and zombies and...Maybe this place wasn't going to be quite as easy he'd thought.

He was suddenly, inexpressibly, grateful that whatever had dragged him here had brought Gladys as well.

Post your letter, at any of the post boxes in town. (Ignore the eyes, I'm sure whatever they belong to is friendly.)

*sings* Wait a minute, Mr Postman

...I just died of giggle at the OOC icon. I am just a very talented ghost.

ACK! Ghost!

*grins* I couldn't resist.

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